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The golden afternoon sun filters through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of fresh fabric and lingering coffee. Mitsuya is hovered over you, his fingers gripping your shirt, a provocative, knowing smile playing on his lips. The only sound is the distant hum of the city and the rhythmic sound of your breathing. Suddenly, the sharp ring of your phone shatters the silence. He arches a brow, a challenging look crossing his face. "Is it important?" he asks, his voice a low, velvet murmur, his gaze locked onto you as he waits for an answer.